Classic Beach Reads Novels & Stories

Desiree smiled happily when Chris looked at them. “What, No way Chris.” Rosco screamed excited. “Haswena here we come.” Chris happily chuckled. It was the resorts of resorts. The beach was made of white sand and the ocean was the beautiful blueish green. It was an a small island filled with the best of ocean and mountains. They could hike or swim all day if they wanted. It was a resort made for couples.

the chapter contains sexual content Jason POV [ a few weeks later...] • Malibu, California I glanced at the tattered book cover of my favorite novel and tossed it into Violet's beach bag with a towel, a bottle of water and my SPF 50 for my tanned skin. It was a hundred degrees—about right for this beautiful place, and I was enjoying this vacation with Violet. The sun was dimming to sunset, the water was flowing in rapids to the shore voluminously as the birds chirped in a song through the sky.

When I looked later, she was down on the dock again with her beach bag, hat, and towel. The black bikini covered even less of her ass than the one yesterday, the cups barely would have covered her nipples. I threw a towel over my shoulder and headed down the path to the lake. It was early enough that a few fishermen were nearby in boats but doing more ogling than fishing. Cara bent over to spread her towel giving them a boner-hardening view of her ass, then turned, and leaned over to get her book out of the beach bag while letting her tits swing free and threaten to come out of the tiny triangles.

After I'd been out for about an hour, a little afraid of getting burned, I got to my feet and waded back to the beach, figuring I'd let the heat of the sun dry me off. Digging into my bag, I grabbed a bottle of water, drank half of it down, and popped open the sunscreen. Once I'd slathered up again, I dug out the erotic novel I'd been enjoying last night in bed, glad that I'd found a spot where no one else could see what I was reading. I could feel my pulse starting to race as soon as I got into it. Parting my thighs, I worked my fingers over my needy little puss, while I read the arousing passage about the well-hung stud sliding his tongue over his virgin bride's tight little opening.

Chapter 35 Opening "Today's the opening?" David asked Larisa while scrolling the news about Gavin's island beach resort. "Hidden Beach Resort?" Estevan read aloud. "It's a weird name," Larisa said. They were all scrolling on their phones and reading all the news about his beach resort's opening today. "But it was a blast. They are already fully booked," David mentioned aloud with amusement. "Yeah. That's why I have to shift a lot of baked bread there," Larisa uttered and chuckled. Gavin was really something.

Isabella looked excited and ready to go. "Oh, can we go, please? I'm dying to go on a holiday with you, " she exclaimed. Weston chuckled at her cuteness. So it was decided that they would leave the next day and drive to Laguna Beach in California. It was a four-hour drive away and they could start right after breakfast. After dinner, they packed up for a four-day trip. Isabella was too excited to go on a vacation with Weston. Although she had lived in UCLA for so many years, she had never visited any of the beaches of California except Tiffany's house on Hermosa Beach.

"Morning Valerie." Valerie O'Rourke waved from her mini convertible coupe as she drove through the little village of Briar Reef, the sunlight glistening off the tresses of her golden blonde hair. "Morning Dina!" She tooted her horn and called out to a few more people before coming to a stop in the parking lot behind her art gallery. The day promised to be a good one if the number of people she'd seen out and about in the town square was anything to go by.

To her surprise, the house stood on a hill, with a path leading down to the beach. For a long time, she strolled along the shore, the sand golden and soft under her feet, the beach veiled in a light mist. It wasn't cold; the warmth was pleasant. She collected a few seashells that caught her eye. Her nightgown, now damp with sea spray, clung to her body, accentuating her graceful curves. From a distance, Peter watched her, thinking, 'How could Maximus be so blind? This girl is stunning, and yet he's still obsessed with Alexia.'

I make a mental note to explore those cliffs when I get a chance; the area should make a perfect photo spot, and I’m always on the hunt for new, exotic places to snap pictures. The beach is spotted with little groups of sunbathers, swimmers, and people wanting to see and be seen. Candy-hued rainbow umbrellas brighten the scene here and there, and no matter which way you look, there’s always someone conventionally beautiful to behold. Women in bikinis and beach dresses, flaunting their curves. Men in swim trunks or even speedos, spread out on towels, sunning themselves like exceptionally vain lizards. Malibu is a magnet for the rich and beautiful, many of whom are here today, crowded around t

When the boat finally touched the wooden dock of the island, the guests quickly scattered across the beach to find the best spots. Waiters in white shirts began carrying trays of cold drinks across the sand. Alice found a large, comfortable cabana in the shade and sat down to read a book. I grabbed my beach bag and kicked off my sandals, feeling the hot, soft sand between my toes. I was wearing a simple, bright red two-piece swimsuit under a thin white cover-up. I took a deep breath of the salty ocean air, trying to calm my racing heart. "Let's find a spot near the water," Finn said in a deep voice.